. I love that," I grunted into her neck. Leah held the back of my head, pulling me as close as possible. "Do you want me to be his slut, baby?” I he...rd her shudder.“Yes, baby. God yes. I want that.” I panted back to her."S-should I fuck him on our bed?" Leah asked me, as I picked up the pace and started fucking her in earnest.“Yes, baby!” I grunted. “Right on our bed.” I was going crazy."I want to! Oh. O-o-ohh y-yes !" Leah was barely able to talk back, her mind was scrambled from our fantasy. " She said that?" Jenny gawked."Something very nearly," he said. "The point is that, according to her, we cannot choose who we fall in love with. It just happens. We can resist the pull. We are taught to resist the pull. Her question is: Why? Why cannot two people love each other, despite one is noble and one is common, or despite that one is brother and one is sister? Why cannot an older woman love a young man, or the opposite? She feels these rules are arbitrary and foolish, and diminish both. "Millie?" he said softly. "Honey, I need to tell you something."He got no answer."What you're talking about? It isn't wrong. And it won't drive you crazy. It's normal, honey. Doctors even do that to help people sometimes."She went still. Then, slowly, she pulled her face away from his chest. Tear-streaked eyes looked up at his face. He knew she didn't believe him."When I was in medical school, I learned how to manipulate a woman's ... um ... sexual organs ... to help her with ... um ... various. It was in a nice three bedroom, split level in a middleclass neighborhood and it had a pool in the back yard. The youngsters were delighted with that feature. It would be the magnet for many of their friends over the next few years. For Bill, however, it was a lonely and unsatisfying life. He loved his children and they returned that love many times over. When he took a moment to examine his existence, he was forced to admit he missed Marion; not the Marion she had become, but the Marion he had.